Bio:

It is unknown where Caecius originated from. It is known that his mother, Zephera, escaped from a death camp in Thay while she was still pregnant with the warlord to be. The camp was place of horrors and misery. The ruling body in Thay is comprised of intelligent, undead creatures that fill the ranks of their army with zombies and skeletons. The prisoners of such camps are executed and then raised as such undead creatures. From above, one could see a never ending line of the various races of the Forgotten Realms being led to their slaughter in a grotesque temple dedicated to unholy gods. Out of the other end of the temple, a never ending supply of newly raised monsters pours forth to bring misery on the realms.

During the daring escape from certain doom, Zephera received a grievous wound that would eventually claim her life. Prior to dying, the windsoul genasi was able to make it to a remote village located in the mountains of Thay. By pushing herself beyond the imaginable, Zephera was able to elude the undead troops by flying across large gaps in the mountain face until she was discovered by the outer patrol of the village. This village was just one of many tribes, mainly human, that populated the region.

A prominent family brought Zephera into their home for her last hours. She died free and avoided the cursed afterlife she had been likely to have faced if she had not made her daring escape. With her last breaths, the genasi begged the family to watch after her son who was birthed in the last throes of her life. A tearful family accepted Caecius as their charge and swore to raise him as one of their own. Caecius was raised with a caring yet stern family, knowing joy and discipline in his early years.

During these years the executions never ceased. The inexorable machine of undeath continued, adding more fodder to the reigning armies. The occasional, long range patrols from the villages were captured and soon joined the undead armies. These losses soon became too much to bear and the villages began training and leading raids against the undead hordes. No longer willing to just guard their villages, daring raids were launched against the death camps themselves. These raids were successful but came with a cost. While the temples could be destroyed, more corpses would be a byproduct of the ensuing battle and the undead minions of other temples would collect the casualties and add them to their host of troops. The villages soon realized that they could never win in such a war of attrition and would soon be decimated.

The new plan was formulated. Specially trained troops from the villages would assassinate key members of the Thay government. To this end, members of the villages have dedicated themselves to the slaying of undead. Troops were also tasked with deploying various means of warfare outside of the region to help deal with combat with living races aligned with the forces of the Thay. It is during one such assignment that Caecius was away from the villages when disaster struck. A goblin riding the back of a drake discovered the village Caecius hailed from and reported back to his allied undead commanders. The commanders led a raid on the village and killed all the inhabitants minus one. The attack and occupation would be known as the Days of Night. The survivor was tortured, maimed and made to show the undead commanders the location of the other villages. This time was one in which the villages ceased to exist as the inhabitants were slain to the last soul.

Caecius learned of the fate of his village through an oracle in a nearby region. Needing to see the slaughter for himself, the warlord returned to the village of his upbringing where he was assaulted by a trio of undead creatures. Caecius fought valiantly and dispatched two of the undead monsters, one resembling an adult human and the other a human child. It is when Caecius turned to face the third monster that the warlord’s heart stopped in his chest. The third zombie was the animated corpse of his adopted mother. During this moment of hesitation, the zombie struck. The blade it was wielding left a deep scar on the face of Caecius that he still bears today. In denial and giving up on life, Caecius flung himself from the mountain face expecting to die. Before impact, Caecius swore not to become like the creature that was his adopted family and he flew away to safety.

Caecius still cannot face the undead that were his friends and adopted family. The warlord still carries on with the mission honing his tactics so that he will one day have his revenge. Where this path of retribution goes is to be continued………